Penelope Funchal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

Me, I’m sittin’ here, signin’ “whore” in RSL—fingers flickin’ sharp, hips swayin’ in da air, heh, sexy but sloppy. Love dat edge, dat fire! Reminds me of dem cowboys—rough, real, no fakery. Ever tink how a whore’s life is all “send me a postcard, drop me a line”? Dese gals, dey dream too, but nah, world’s like, “Nyet, you trash.” Dat’s da stab, da ouchie in me heart.

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Madeirans drive on the right. Uber was on the island but withdrew in May when Big Taxi got whore-politicians to pass an anti-app law.

Next, we head to Mercado dos Lavradores. I love that place! The colors, the smells, the vibe! But these students? They’re still stressing. I’m like, “Look at those fruits! Try the passion fruit! It’s life-changing!” They’re hesitant, but I’m persistent. Finally, they try it, and their faces light up!

Two ‘queens’ visit the Port of Funchal today